No. Absolutely not. Never. You could be any number of people I want to avoid. Bugger off.
… his terrible snake face makes me check my back pocket for my wallet.
“I sat down with these people and told them, ‘You want to do your killings? Do it in Oakland. Do it in Richmond. Do it elsewhere. But don’t do killing in San Francisco. It reflects badly on a black mayor.’”
- Former Mayor Willie Brown, on a meeting with S.F. gang leaders.
house hunting
“Every so often you are reminded that sometimes there are two people who were never meant to know each other. When they meet there is a visceral reaction. The teeth clench, the hair on the back of the neck prickles. The two of you are a snake and a mongoose. A cat and a dog. Two Italian men behind the wheel of cars. It’s going to end in rage.”
The best business card ever.
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Ugh. I’m already belligerent and it’s not even noon. Keep me off Geary Blvd tonight.
So true. Like when you see a person in photos & find them attractive until you meet them in person. Personality eeks out like slime and ruins all hope of attractiveness.
Aaahhhhh, so that’s where my eczema is coming from. Makes total sense. Emperor Palpatine thought a lot about politics, too. But the illustration doesn’t lie; Happiness makes you fat.
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… See, I have this problem, where I hold fans against their idols. I have few substantial reasons to dislike Pink Floyd for example, but since my idea of hell is being trapped in a room with a smoldering bowl and about four dirtbags expounding on Dark Side, I resent Pink Floyd. I think this phenoma extends past music, Bret, and is beautifully illustrated in recent years by things like Donnie Darko and libertarianism, in which the mediocre or simply inadvisable were lionized so long and so loud by insufferable people that they too became insufferable …
This is adorable.
Me, personally I am most disappointed in the Balloon Boy Parents. I expected so much of them and they let me down terribly.
As someone who saw David Letterman as the exact way he was caricatured on The Larry Sanders Show (a cynical, self-loathing misanthrope with intimacy issues) my estimation of him was greatly enhanced this year.
He called the man’s bluff. He ‘fessed up and faced the music—all in one move. And the Palin thing? Icing on the cake.
